Rob cherishes the sweet taste of victory.
Where: Super-secret quarry pond X
What: Bass fishing with Berto (Lindsay's brother)
Weather: Partly cloudy, 64 degrees, S wind at 8mph
Barometric Pressure: 30.09in and steady
Relative Humidity: 60%
Water Conditions: Crystal clear
When Berto showed up at my door at 9:30am in a pair of gym shorts holding a newspaper, I had no idea he had vengeance on his mind.
Today was Lindsay's wedding shower, and seeing that Rob and I had some "obligatory" responsibilities, we decided to hang in the morning and do a little fishing...why not?
I was uncharacteristically behind schedule after 10 hours on the Delaware and the majority of a Sicilian pizza the day before, but Rob waited patiently on the couch, reading the paper as I collected myself. Little did I know, that as he sat there filling-in the boxes of the crossword puzzle, that he was going to take our fishing trip to a whole new level. Still smarting from when I slyly tricked him into catching my catfish bait on the Mon in West Virginia, today would be the day he got his revenge.
After leaving my house, we made a couple pit-stops and soon found ourselves at the quarry pond with dozens of bass at our disposal. While Rob was still working out his issues, I landed a bass, but that would be all for me.
Amazingly, Berto honed-in on the resident bass population like a madman on a mission, deftly firing cast after cast and intricately working a Wave Tiki stick through the strike zone. He connected not once, but twice, bring two fish to hand and yes, one more than me.
It was indeed a sweet victory, and a profound redemption from the time I took a sunfish he caught and proceeded to feed it to hungry flathead on a new moon night. His smugness on the car ride back was palpable as I tried with futility to play down what had just occurred.
But numbers don't lie, and at the end of the 30 minute session, Rob had landed two fish, and I only one.
Congrats Berto, I tip my hat to thee.